In the great hall.
Zhao Rong was hesitating about whether to send Xiao Xiao back.
Once he leaves, he definitely can’t let her run around Great Li unchecked.
Moreover, Qingjun Qian’er is also here; if they were to bump into each other, it would be hard to explain.
But if he let Xiao Xiao take the cloud sea ferry back on her own, Zhao Rong wasn’t at ease. He knew well how directionally challenged she was, and besides, the mountain wasn’t safe.
"Uncle Xiao Bai should have ti... just need to figure out how to keep his mouth shut, wouldn’t want him selling out again."
Zhao Rong looked at the communication jade gourd in his hand, shaking his head and muttering to himself.
After thinking for a mont, he put it away again.
"I’ll first go ask this girl how she got to Great Li, then decide. In case she ca with that often-ntioned great-grandma, then we can safely send her back."
He nodded lightly.
While waiting for Su Xiao Xiao to bathe, Zhao Rong, feeling bored, took out the tombstone he had tricked the little fox demon into giving up.
He examined it carefully, his mouth twitching slightly.
It was indeed Xiao Qian’er who carved the words, with his na being the largest and most prominent, but the ensuing inscription did state that what was buried was rely a broken arm, not himself.
In this regard, Xiao Qian’er indeed couldn’t be blad. This was similar to a ’longevity tomb’ dedicated to blessing the living, and the engraving was even done in red.
However, the long string of smaller text in the inscription, Zhao Rong guessed Su Xiao Xiao probably didn’t read it.
She likely saw the three big words ’Zhao Ziyu’ at first glance, was shocked, her little face fell, and started sobbing with her head tilted back...
Well, I can’t bla this silly girl too much either, she might have checked out the inscription at the end too, because it was signed by soone like his wife Zhao Qian’er.
Yeah, Xiao Xiao probably, while utterly devastated, hoped to sneak her na onto it too. She also wanted to be acknowledged as his wife...
Zhao Rong’s mouth twitched.
He really didn’t wrongly accuse this little fox demon, as her thoughts were genuinely easy to guess, except for when she transford into ’Su Fox Immortal.’
Just as Zhao Rong was sitting outside the folding screen, putting away the tombstone, and shaking his head in thought.
"Zhao Lang, Zhao Lang, co here quickly!" Su Xiao Xiao’s urgent voice ca from the bathroom behind the screen.
Zhao Rong was startled, imdiately took out a gray smoking pipe, and swiftly entered.
Then...
His gaze t a small and serious face.
She nodded, "Hmm, Zhao Lang, help scrub my back."
A hot towel was handed to him.
Zhao Rong: "......"
He looked wordlessly at the little fox demon in the bathtub extending her little hands with the hot towel.
"Pfft~" she couldn’t hold it in anymore and was already laughing sneakily.
Zhao Rong grumbled, "Don’t cry wolf in the future. I’ve told you this story before. If you’re really captured by bad guys, I won’t save you."
Su Xiao Xiao looked at the ostensibly indifferent Zhao Lang, tilting her head and blinking, her voice clear, "Of course not. As long as Xiao Xiao cries for help, no matter how many tis he’s been duped, my Zhao Lang will undoubtedly co running the first ti he hears it!"
She stared up at him, her tone utterly certain.
This little expression—only short of putting her hands on her hips and proudly swishing her pigtails.
Yes, having Zhao Lang there to dote on her, she’s that confident!
Su Xiao Xiao was delighted.
Zhao Rong attempted to say sothing but realized it was true; it seed she had indeed captured him.
He sighed, let his shoulders droop, glared at her, yet still took the hot towel, moving to the back of the tub to scrub her back.
Zhao Rong first forcefully rubbed his face with the towel, burying his face briefly to take a deep breath; warm steam, the scent of soap, and the little fox demon’s distinctive milky aroma all blended, enveloping him.
"Whew..."
He exhaled comfortably, then casually tossed the hot towel into the water in front of Su Xiao Xiao.
She happily wrung the towel dry again for her Zhao Lang, paying no mind to his prior use.
As Zhao Rong waited, one hand rested on Su Xiao Xiao’s shoulder, unable to resist rubbing the round, adorable and fragrant shoulder, though he didn’t play with it excessively.
His other hand gently brushed her back, first arranging her wet, jet-black hair to one side, revealing her slender, delicate back. Unable to resist, he stroked it—her skin was like congealed fat, smooth and tender like a newborn baby’s.
Zhao Rong had not even started scrubbing her back yet, rely touched it, and her smooth back already blushed like peach blossoms, akin to a tempting glass of wine, tempting one to bend down and savor.
No wonder they say beauties are like wine, with different flavors at different ages.
However, Zhao Rong at this ti simply wanted to scrub her back properly.
He nodded internally.
"Zhao Lang, here." Su Xiao Xiao offered the hot towel to her lover with both hands, casting an eager look full of anticipation.
The look seed to suggest she was waiting for sothing to happen.
"......"
Zhao Rong wordlessly accepted the towel.
He began suspecting she was doing it on purpose, not genuinely wanting him to scrub her back.
"Silly girl, what are you up to?" Zhao Rong pondered and asked seriously.
"Not up to anything, hmm, what are you up to?" Su Xiao Xiao blinked her pure, big eyes.
"I’m not up to anything, quickly turn around, I’m about to... I an, I’m going to scrub your back." Zhao Rong replied with mock seriousness, montarily brought off track by her, tripping over his words.
"Oh." Su Xiao Xiao responded crisply, before turning around, tilting her little head slightly, smiling and warning lightly, "Then Zhao Lang, you mustn’t do anything naughty～"
Zhao Rong felt she emphasized one word a bit strongly, not just an auditory hallucination.
Looking at her innocent and pure little face, he couldn’t help but think this silly girl seed more and more like a little seductress.
Ah, I forgot, she probably always was.
Damn, it seed the silly fox girl’s racial talents had awakened, becoming more adept at beguiling souls.
Zhao Rong’s lips twitched slightly.
But soon after, he started giving her a proper back rub.
Though midway, when Su Xiaoxiao couldn’t hold back and beca playful again, Zhao Rong gave her little butt a smack, causing the little fox spirit to glare and pout, turning to bite the bad Zhao Lang.
However, in a second, he pressed her down with a laugh.
Su Xiaoxiao instantly beca obedient, unable to move.
Zhao Rong knew what Su Xiaoxiao wanted to do.
But he felt that he couldn’t delay any longer, or Gui might comnd him for redefining cultivation... Zhao Ziyu, did your cultivation lead you to a woman’s body? Hmm, cultivating a woman’s body, not a problem...
He rubbed his face.
Moreover, Gui was right about one thing - the tender land is a hero’s grave.
The little fox spirit’s tender land was even more so, it truly made him linger, lost in it, just like on the road to Duyou City.
Because Xiaoxiao was simply too ’gentle’, always complying with him, looking up at him with eyes full of love, her little head filled with "Zhao Lang Zhao Lang".
Her whole life was about him.
Yet he was a man, his eyes couldn’t be fixed on one place, he needed to look ahead.
Su Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but turn her head, taking another glance at Zhao Lang.
A bit curious why he was being so well-behaved today.
But she didn’t insist any longer, whatever he wanted to do, whether it was a real back rub or not, as long as he was with her, it was fine.
Little Xiaoxiao’s wishes were actually very simple.
Afterwards, the couple played around for a while longer.
Zhao Rong finished giving Su Xiaoxiao a back rub, and thoughtfully used a dry towel to wipe her hair.
"Ti to get up, let’s eat."
"Oh Zhao Lang, I still want to soak for a bit longer, how about we eat while soaking, is that okay?" The lazy little fox spirit asked pleadingly.
Zhao Rong rubbed her little head, thought for a mont, and gently nodded.
She happened to have a cold, soaking a bit longer, and adding so dicinal herbs might cure it.
So Zhao Rong busily ran out to fetch a bucket of hot water, poured it into the bathtub, then diligently ran out again to get so herbs, setting up a dicinal bath for the little fox spirit.
After doing these, he glanced at the darkening sky outside, went to the hall to bring in so food and a table, making it convenient for the little fox spirit to eat while soaking.
Su Xiaoxiao shrank in the tub, sticking out her little head, silently watching Zhao Lang running back and forth, breaking his legs for her one request.
A feeling called happiness slowly flowed in her heart.
Warm and cozy.
Soon, Zhao Rong set up a table and food beside the tub, then fed Su Xiaoxiao.
Fog lingered in the air.
As if getting up in the tub was a bit shy, Su Xiaoxiao wore a pink little undergarnt and pink silk open-crotch pants, a kind of intimate wear popular among won in Duyou City, worn only on the wedding night in front of the most intimate beloved...
Her little face flushed, she opened her mouth, eating the egg custard Zhao Lang scooped for her, smacking her lips in delight.
The atmosphere turned a bit warm and cozy.
"Zhao Lang, you haven’t told yet how you got into danger and then got out of it." The playful little fox spirit’s voice had a cute nasal tone.
Zhao Rong blew on the egg custard, scooped another spoonful, offering it to her, seeing her obediently eat it up with a smack.
He nodded with so satisfaction, then looked up, calmly recounting the chase by Qin Jianfu, the desperate counterattack in the imperial tomb, and... Luo Xiu’s rescue.
These things, including how he knew Luo Xiu before, and the magical effects of her Pure White Cold Palace... and so on, Zhao Rong didn’t hide from Su Xiaoxiao.
He confided in her.
So story threads, Zhao Rong only narrated honestly, without much explanation, not knowing if the naive little fox spirit fully understood.
But the events between him and Luo Xiu, Zhao Rong was sure, Xiaoxiao must have understood.
Unexpectedly, Su Xiaoxiao quietly continued eating, patiently listening, not showing the jealousy Zhao Rong had anticipated.
When Zhao Rong had quietly recounted most of what happened yesterday.
The two remained silent for a while.
The little fox spirit seed to be digesting the information.
"Xiaoxiao, what do you think of the girl nad Luo Xiu?" Zhao Rong suddenly asked.
Su Xiaoxiao bit her lip, "Actually... I quite understand her actions, if it were , I would do the sa, to save Zhao Lang."
Zhao Rong looked at her, "You’re not angry that Zhao Lang and I had those encounters with her?"
Su Xiaoxiao thought for a while, tilted her head seriously, "There is a bit of envy and jealousy, but more than that... gratitude."
Hearing her sincere tone, Zhao Rong was taken aback.
The little fox spirit was more generous and at ease than he imagined, had she already accepted that she couldn’t have him completely?
Zhao Rong pursed his lips.
Suddenly Su Xiaoxiao asked, "Did you tell Sister Ling Fei about this?"
Zhao Rong shook his head, "Not yet."
She seriously said, "Then you’d better talk to her about it, perhaps... she might be more generous than you think."
He nodded silently.
Originally, Zhao Rong planned to say sothing, but was interrupted by Zhu Yourong, and later never got the chance for a private, honest conversation with Qing Jun Qian’er.
And now, Zhao Rong decided to take a walk, calm down for a while...
He lowered his gaze, silent for a mont, then raised his hand, continuing to feed the little fox spirit.
In a soft voice he asked:
"And what about you, Xiaoxiao? How did you co to Great Li, and how did you find out that I was in trouble?"
...
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